Chapter 629 Feelings of Heartache

Just inside the glass, the water surface was still swaying slightly, reflecting a faint light.

Everyone couldn't help but stretch their necks, move forward, and take a closer look.

Frowning.

"What's this?"

"water?"

"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can tell it's water...but what on earth is this thing doing?"

A chef who was born in Yingzhou held his chin and thought for a long time: "It looks like it's a water cut? It's a good technique, clean and neat."

Water cutting り.

The original popular way of drinking in Yingzhou is to add water to the wine to reduce the alcohol content so that people can better taste the aroma of the wine.

It was first used for sake, and later became popular quickly when foreign liquors such as whiskey entered the market.

"Add ice and water and stir thoroughly until the cup is frosted. It's definitely a water cut."

Nonsense, no one here can tell that this is water cutting.

But the question is...what did you cut?

Forget about Mizugari sake and Mizugari whiskey, what new type of matryoshka are you putting here Mizugari water?

"Besides, the cup... should be pure water, right? No carbon dioxide has been added, so where did so many bubbles come from? It always feels very bad."

Undecided, Yarum turned around and asked, "Mr. Guo, what do you think?"

"Oh ho ho, I know a thing or two about this."

Old Chef Guo smiled like an old chrysanthemum, rubbed his knees, and after feeling for a long time, said: "This should be the famous dish in Eastern Xia cuisine, boiled cabbage!"

? ? ?

Countless question marks popped up on everyone's forehead.

What the hell?

Boiled cabbage?

Is there a problem with me or with you?

Don’t you Dongxia people like to chat with people about it when you meet someone cooking?

"Where can I find such boiled cabbage?"

"Maybe it's a subspecies." The old chef nodded calmly: "Cuisine has to be innovative."

"Stop joking, if you boil water for cabbage, what about boiling water?"

Old Chef Guo shrugged and spread his hands, "It will get cold if you leave it for too long."

"Where's the cabbage!"

"Maybe I forgot to put it away?"

The old man had such an unfathomable and terrifying look on his face that no one else was bothered to listen to his continued nonsense.

Because Huaishi had already picked up the note next to it, wrote a note, and stuck it on the cup.

The introduction is thoughtfully written.

【Creative Cuisine——Heartacheいの情覚】

This is a brand new achievement developed by him out of an idea.

After combining the skills of the caster, the Fat Mansion Sad Water V3.0 is completely transformed!

After posting it, Miss Huazhi smiled, pointed at the cup, and looked at Shen Jinqing.

Diligent expectations.

Please, friend.

どうぞ、どうぞ……

But Shen Jinqing was silent, sitting on the chair, dumbfounded.

It seemed that he had finally woken up from the previous fear. He stared at the water glass in front of him, his expression changed, and he gradually twitched.

Restraining anger.

But the growing anger was uncontrollable, making his eyes widen and his face turned livid.

"Stop joking, Waizhi!"

Shenjin Qingzai angrily yelled: "What do you think of cooking! Are you kidding me? For this kind of thing, even if I die here or jump from here, I will never..."

The angry voice suddenly stopped.

Because there was a thick shadow covering his face, blocking the light in his pupils.

From a very close distance, Motoko Emaki lowered her head and looked down at the opponent in front of her. She did not speak, but just stared silently.

But when you look down at those dark eyes, you can undoubtedly feel the pressure coming from them.

That's telling him...

Drink it!

She was warning.

It was as if he wanted to implant that inexplicable violence into the soul in front of him.

He so coldly issued absolute instructions that could not be disobeyed to the ingredients on the chopping board.

No words were needed, such indifference and mockery had been deeply engraved into his soul, and he whispered jokingly in his ear:

Fukatsu-kun, you are already a mature adult, please stop being picky about food like a child, okay? If you can’t eat candy and want to trick-or-treat, let me give you some sweetness...

In front of him, Motoko Aiji pulled the condiment tray, opened the lid, pinched a handful of sugar and threw it into the cup in front of him casually and perfunctorily.

It seems that this will give the ice water a taste.

This is the last mercy.

Now……

She raised her eyes again, bent down, and came closer, staring into his eyes closely, and conveyed the final command.

——Drink it for me!

Being stared at by those eyes, it seemed as if he fell into the abyss instantly and lost his last will to resist.

He reached out his hand involuntarily and picked up the cup.

By the time Shen Jinqing reacted, his lips were already pressed against the rim of the cold cup, and as he tilted it, a stream of cold water flowed into his mouth.

The refreshing coolness spread all the way down his throat, causing him to let out a deep breath.

Feeling a little refreshed.

Unexpectedly, it's sweet and quite delicious.

No, I should say...refreshing!

The crude sugar that was picked up at will spreads in the chest with the coldness of the ice water, as if standing in the cold wind blowing in the face, as if seeing the plum blossoms that are gradually passing away in the early spring, withering on the branches. , rickety and humble...

His eyes gradually blurred.

There was obviously no alcohol at all, but he actually felt drunk, intoxicated in this wonderful feeling of essence, recalling the winter of that year.

At this moment, he noticed something was wrong, and his pupils subconsciously shrank, wanting to resist.

But then, a phantom appeared before his eyes.

That year, the snow fell from the sky, and the girl stood alone under the plum blossom tree.

The falling snow fell on her hair and shoulders, gradually covering the small mole on the back of her neck, which was no longer visible, leaving only her skin as white as snow.

When she looked back at him, her lacquer-like eyes made the young man's heart beat fast.

Soon, that phantom quickly disappeared from sight.

"A Tao..."

He muttered absently, falling into a trance.

Since then, how many years have passed since I have not recalled her appearance?

Even I have forgotten that buried memory. Now, when the afterimages of the past reappeared, he felt intoxicated once again in his confusion.

Involuntarily, he took another sip.

By the time he realized it was poison, it was already too late.

Because the sweetness remaining in the mouth gradually becomes sour...

In the confusion, I gradually recalled that period of youth that belonged to myself and only to myself, which was short and full of pain.

"A Tao? That's the master's daughter."

"How is it? She is a beauty, right? Oh, she is so enviable. Why can't I give birth to a daughter like that?"

"You kid, are you having sex? Get out of here and get to work, don't think too much!"

Santu's work is very busy, especially for apprentices. Not only do they have to do odd jobs, but they also have to serve tea and water, and are responsible for running errands for the master and seniors. They are like servants. They are so busy every day that they are confused and slightly wrong. They will be whipped and reprimanded mercilessly.

Many companions at the same time could not stand such cruel treatment and quit, but he was the only one who persisted. Gritting his teeth, holding back tears, and staying up all night, he finally survived the most difficult years. . In the end, with the kindness of the master, he was accepted as a formal disciple.

It wasn't until that day, when he saw A Tao again at the banquet, that he vaguely understood. Maybe I was able to survive that long ordeal not because of any innate character or perseverance, but just... because I wanted to see her again.

The contact between the two people was nothing more than that.

The encounters under the corridor, the smiles we meet every morning and dusk, and the fragrance lingering in the air when we pass each other. He was gradually fascinated by it, and gradually... couldn't extricate himself.

That figure occupied my mind.

He missed her face, her back, and her body like crazy. He did so many shameful things and just wanted to be closer to her, even just a little bit.

Like a loyal dog.

As long as A Tao says, he will listen. As long as it is something she wants, he will buy it. As long as it is something she wants to do, he will go back and do it no matter what.

Until one day, I saw someone holding her in their arms...

How long ago did this scene occur? Why is it still so vividly engraved in my heart?

Every time I think about it, I can't help but feel my heart aching.

Out of breath.

He lowered his head, subconsciously pulled off his tie, picked up the water glass, and took a deep sip, trying to suppress the annoyance in his heart with ice water.

The excessive sugar spread and became entangled with the sour taste, leaving only an indescribable bitterness.

envy.

This smells like jealousy.

When he was with that person, A Tao actually showed a beautiful smile that he had never seen before. It was like sunshine, which deeply hurt Shen Jin's heart and made him almost crazy.

It would be great if she could be happy. As long as she lives well, it doesn't matter what happens to her.

I could only use this reason to comfort myself, huddled in a corner where the sun could not find, and gradually became as humble as dust.

But happiness did not come. After becoming pregnant with that person's child, A Tao was dumped by that scumbag. Become completely different from the past.

It didn’t take long for me to go out with my new boyfriend...

The smile remains.

It's just that gradually it is no longer the same as before.

Then, he was betrayed and abandoned again and again.

It's all those bastards' fault!

After every breakup, A Tao would shed tears and cry to herself. Every time, he wanted to muster up the courage to say what was in his heart...

Maybe, the next one, the next one can be myself.

When the time comes, I will never let her get hurt like that.

Countless times, Shenjin swore like this.

Until one night late at night, the crimson cheek with a faint smell of alcohol came up to him and looked at his face, his eyes moving.

"Oh, I understand." She smiled, "Fukatsu-kun, you must have never hugged a woman, right?"

Whispering softly in his ear: "As long as you have tasted that feeling once, you won't be so embarrassed. How about it, do you want me to help? Just think of it as your reward..."

Snapped!

In Shen Jinqing's hand, the water cup cracked and left a mark.

That is the sound of broken dreams.

Fukatsu had forgotten how he answered at that time.

I just remember that I was like that, with my head lowered, shamefully and embarrassed... and ran away.

I want to escape to a place where no shadow can catch me.

Forget everything... From then on, it was a long and empty time.

Just on the playing field, Fukatsu Kei had already been immersed in the dream, leaving everything behind.

I just swallowed the bitterness in the cup with big mouthfuls, and unknowingly, tears streamed down my face.

Why does this happen?

Since then, everything has been different.

I had never noticed it.

But what about her?

Does she really know her own thoughts?

In the silence, tears gradually fell into the cup, wetting the palms of my hands bit by bit.

It quickly evaporated again.

It was as if what he was holding was not a glass of water, but a red-hot iron. In the terrifying heat, his hand gradually burned into coke, making a hissing sound.

That was when the heat hidden in the wine glass finally exploded, and as the ice water decreased, it began to spread...

It was clear that he could be freed by letting go, but Fukatsu couldn't bear to let go. He just shed tears and sipped the boiling bitter wine in confusion.

I just want to see that phantom again.

Once again, I returned to the plum blossoms when I first met, staring at the girl bathing in the snow, and told her what I had always wanted to say.

"Miss A Tao, I love you from the bottom of my heart..."

Such words come from such a humble heart, spoken from a broken heart.

But no one has responded.

Shen Jinqing closed his eyes and fell unconscious.

But even in the coma, she was still crying and holding on to the water glass... Even if the rescuer used iron pliers, it would be difficult to open it.

Beside, Huai Shi was stunned.

To put it bluntly, this is the result of the inspiration he obtained through observing and collecting materials from someone, using the poisonous source material in the Cage of Dreams as the material, transforming various emotions, and then recasting it.

Water is just water.

There is only an insignificant seed of bubble that blends into it.

Starting from the illusion of joy, he gradually degenerates under the guidance of Jie Hui, and finally becomes unable to extricate himself in the pain of despair.

This is the dream of water cutting.

Unfortunately, dream manipulation was not Huai Shi's specialty after all, so he only relied on the bonuses brought by the remains of rotten dreams and the caster's furnace.

Not only cannot it be stored for a long time, but it also takes an astonishingly long time to make.

Limited by his skills, it must be swallowed by the other person before it can sprout and grow along the holes in the other person's soul, causing the greatest pain.

This was sugar-coated poison, and the high temperature on the cup was just an added bonus compared to that nightmare.

It can only be said that he took advantage of the Kitchen Demon Competition.

He couldn't imagine what Shen Jinqing actually saw, and he couldn't empathize with it, but he had some guesses based on his external performance.

Then, feel admiration from the bottom of your heart.

——After all, licking a dog is a real bull.

It didn't take long for the result to be completely clear.

Fukatsu Kei was judged to be completely incapable of resuscitation and lost the ability to continue playing. It was not even known whether he would be able to wake up in the short term.

In the midst of many astonished glances, Miss Huai Zhi grinned, turned around and left with her employer.

The opening match of Kitchen Demon Showdown.

With paper Motoko, win!

It continues to this day, and many of the cooking demons in the audience still haven't thought about it. Some people already have guesses in their minds, but they won't say it out loud.

On the one hand, she was unsure, and on the other hand... she wished that others would suffer the same fate after meeting her.

After all, that Ms. Motoko is a truly formidable enemy.

There is no doubt about this.

Just because Fukatsu Kei suffered such a hasty and sudden defeat does not mean that he is a simple character.

After all, Santu's reputation is well known, and no one here can guarantee that they will be safe after eating a whole banquet of iron cannons.

If you want to win, you must strike first.

Using the rules of the competition, the chef who finishes first can give priority to his opponent to eat his own food, and then strive for a one-hit KO. Rather than being like that weird woman, she ate all the poison of change without any solution, and if it wasn't enough, she still wanted...

All I can say is that it is such a pity for Shen Jinqing.

He was obviously a candidate who was expected to reach the final round, but ended up encountering the worst opponent.

Everyone can see it: the woman named Motoko's resistance to poison is too high!

Apart from this, only Old Chef Guo understands the power of the upgraded version of Fat Mansion Sad Water.

He is really too old, has seen too much, and has experienced too much. No matter what kind of skill it is, he has experienced it from his opponents.

If his guess is correct, it should be a technique similar to Fang Xiandao. No, it should be said to be a general cooking method of 'offering table'.

The tradition of cooking demons originating from India is a unique cooking technique that imitates the disaster of demons disrupting Buddha's enlightenment...

It seems simple, and the materials used are not very magical, but the method of applying the essence is terrifying. No matter how advanced a monk is in meditation, as long as a bowl of milk porridge falls into his stomach, he will still be entangled by the original sin-like nature of birth, old age, illness and death, resentment and resentment, lack of desire, overflowing of the five yin, etc., and his ugly appearance will be revealed.

If the woman named Motoko Ogami hadn't been wearing a monk's robe during the Kitchen Demon showdown, he would have almost thought she was this generation's Hakurenko.

After all, the iconic style of that line of Kitchen Demons is to look safe and harmless. The women should look as innocent as possible, and the men should look as herbivorous as possible. He can disguise himself better than anyone, but when he attacks, he is more vicious than anyone else.

Shen Jinqing was not aggrieved by losing to such an opponent.

From the beginning, he fell into the opponent's rhythm, and then his inner flaw was discovered, and he carried out an enhanced special attack. It was completely reasonable for him to completely collapse.

He had already lost half of the battle when Motoko Aikachi finished the Iron Cannon Banquet.

"Ho ho, the next generation is to be feared, the next generation is to be feared."

The old cooking devil smiled happily, clapped his hands to encourage him, and praised like a kind old man: "It's really scary!"

In this way, he restrained the appetite and murderous intention surging in his heart.

He narrowed his eyes and kept the last part of his sentence in his heart.

This son must not be kept...

In today’s update, there is a plot that I haven’t figured out clearly. Let me think about it again... And while you are waiting for the monthly tickets to be doubled at the end of the month, you can take the opportunity to compare your feelings with Xiaohuai Shi and Sister Ya and give them a thumbs up. Such a good big sister, don’t you want to celebrate her birthday?